i6S came toward them soundlessly over the dew-drenched grass. It had been warm inside, she said, and she was just sitting out in the air. The other time, coming out of the dark parlour, her eyes deep and calm with sleep as though she had just been awakened, she met them in the hall. The lamp in the hall was turned half down. Both times she led them down the back hall, past a cot, where an old negro woman slept with her head thrown back and slow snores fluttering her lips in the uncertain lamp- light " Old Aunt Cassie," Mr. Christian explained the first time; "she stays up here to keep the bugaboos off Sukie when I ain't here." " Just for company," Lucille Christian said casually, " just company. I can keep the bugaboos off myself." She walked on into the kitchen, with the lamp held high in her right hand. "By God!" Mr. Christian exclaimed, "by God, I believe that for a fact. I believe Sukie could. She ain't scared of a thing. Not a thing. Are you now, Sukie?" " Not bugaboos, anyway," she said, and dropped a lighted match to the ready-laid wood and paper in the range, and shook the coffee-pot, "No, Sukie ain't And you oughter seen her handle General Smuts. Ain't ten men in the county would hone to ride him, and Sukie here, she just marches out one morning and climbs on him. And stays on him. What she mounts, I bet she rides. She's got as pretty a way on a horse, now, as ever you laid eyes on. For a fact. Now, ain't you, Sukie?" " I rode him," she said. "For a fact," he agreed, and whacked her lightly across the buttocks. When she turned around, Mr. Munn expected a blush, or some slight expression of embarrassment on her face, or a word of remonstrance. But there was none of these things. "I rode him," she repeated, "now didn't I?" " For a fact," Mr. Christian agreed.